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The Terrorists - Bodies Still Drop lyrics
featuring Aftamath, Point Blank [Aftamath] Back in '87 started slanging in the hood Sworn to the clique, now I'm in it for good Me and Dope, brothas hustling all the time Steve getting his, big rob, I'm getting mine Fools outta line, heard a blast from a steel Triggers slapping fools and popping devils in the dome 3, 5, 4, here it comes, here it comes I'm coming outta trunk to pull a gat on you, son Managed to 27 and my life is still the same Father to an offspring, dodging them coke friends Spent 3 months in a place like Sing-Sing Now I'm hitting top, jacking fake cops That's the reason why, you know, them devils still drop La Cosa Nostra, a mafioso I'm riding at night, fool, for sleep behind a low Devils run too, we get popped Dodies still drop... Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... Cause, you see, bodies in the ground brothas still slaves... Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves... Cause, you see, bodies in the ground brothas still slaves... Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves... [Point Blank] Yeah, fool, I'm back again committing a sin with the pen Full of that gin and juice, uuuh, and that's on the fen Bought none in 9-trizey So say what ya mean, fool, and mean what you say Dissing my hood could be tragic So keep South Park out your mouth, I ain't having it Yeah, I'm from middle north and in north they don't play You get your ass knocked off for wearing your hat the wrong way Point Blank is in the house so give me my props Before I start blowing tops with Glocks Punks take my name and put a '10' in front of it They bittidy bittidy bit diss me but I ain't supposed to say that But on the real, take notes what I'm saying, gee On the streets you can't take my props away from me So when you not on a radio from 6 to 10 I put some working on your ass and that's on the fen Cause talking crap for 4 hours is not a carieer Like Jimmy O you be burning down clubs next year So when it all hit the fan you go waxed off Step in to my hood and get packed off Bodies still drop... Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... Cause, you see, bodies in the ground brothas still slaves... Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves... Cause, you see, bodies in the ground brothas still slaves... Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves... [Dope-E] The South Park streets, that's where the Dope-E be dwelling So I let my nuts hang, peep the story that I'm telling The rap game is just like the dope game I show no pain and the darkside I blame Flames heat up from my heater, main Oooh ueee, I'm trying to show you that I'm a real main So don't test me cause I already know the answers Suckers couldn't rap, maybe they can be my dancers Anything goes and it goes where I'm from I never feel sorry for you fools coming to get some Get some, meaning yours is not mine cause mine is mine I'm packing a 9 and I ain't blind And you try to understand these street rhymes battles Slipping into quick diss Step into the war zone, it's on, there ain't no neutral zone Stand your own and cover your dome, prone... But not to bad dreams, evil like steam and it seems... You wanna try the double team Get in your car, think again, take a long ride Avoid the homicide, don't come to Park side... Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... Cause, you see, bodies in the ground brothas still slaves... Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves... Cause, you see, bodies in the ground brothas still slaves... Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves |
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